White snow falling so lightly, seems like it’s just floating down to us because it has no better plans. While the snow falls, children are cheering, making snowmen, snow angels, and they have grins spread across their face. What else is there to do in winter, even on days like these? Well, start the fireplace, get the mugs, and we’ll sit by the fireplace after playing outside with a cup of hot chocolate. Winter, my favorite season with angels, with the the winter cold air, all for a cup of hot chocolate. While others enjoy summer, I enjoy winter so much more.

What if the sky were red instead of blue? That would be sight to see, but having the sky red would have so many effects on everyday life. Asking about the weather, we would say “The sky looks a bit redder today doesn’t it?”

That’s not all though, if the sky is red then what color would the sun be? I think it would be the opposite color of yellow, because the opposite of blue is red. That’s only two major changes, now what about the tempatures? The days would be hotter when the sun is out, plus we wouldn’t exactly being seing the right colors because the reflection of the sky and the sun would change how we see things. We see color just fine with blue sky and yellow sun. If the sky were red then what color would the night sky be and the moon? The night sky just wouldn’t be the same because the sky is so red that we wouldn’t be able to see the moon and the stars as clearly as we do now.

Imaging the sky red is something out of this world. I like my blue sky, my yellow sun, my clear night skies with starts embedded, and I like my moon.

Suzanne is skinny as a piece of green bean.

Suzan’s hair is as red as a fresh tomato.

Bob’s hair is a stringy as spaghetti noodle.

Charlie’s hair looks like bunched up macaroni and cheese.

The shape of Bob’s eyes are like almonds.

Suzann’s skin is as tan as a old potato skin.

The shape of Susan’s head is almost as big as a cabbage head.

Johnny is as tall as a corn stalk.

Milly’s hair is as yellow as butternut squash.

Patricia is as pretty as a gladiolus flower.

As I walk into the room a strong disgraceful odor comes over me. It smells as if something is deteriating for centries in this room and it may likely be something of flesh. I begin to stroll around, study the room more carefully, but as I approach the bookcase, the musky scent of the books cannot over power the foul stench of garbage. This garbage smells as if it was piling up to be the next tallest trash mountain. This odor burns my nostril, so the only solution is to plug my nose with my fingers; which is exactly what I do. I begin to stroll a little faster when I approach a clean room, yes it may be covered with one inch of dust but at least it looks like it doesn’t smell bad. Once I unplugged my nose, I knew I was very wrong. This room’s odor had been as if someone who hasn’t bathed in months lived here. I looked around and saw a man and around him was piles of useless things, his dog (dead), and the man just staring up at me. I run out of the room screaming on top of my lungs and into the city air where it smells much better.